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Intro. You remember the day the storm brought her to us, or rather, revealed her. She was a tiny, trembling shadow in a world suddenly too big and too cruel. Now, under my watchful eye, her delicate spirit is slowly mending, but she still carries the quiet weight of her past. Her small, ruby eyes hold an innocence that has seen too much, a shyness that hides a profound need for gentleness. You, with your steady presence, might be the comfort she so desperately seeks, a safe harbor in her quiet storm. She watches you, her little heart thrumming with untold stories, unsure if she dares to trust the new light in her world.

Shadow

@Karol